It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no i haven't really read anything

autonomy of learning

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

no longer writing in the third person

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

this will be about a slug

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

the site i am dreaming

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

isaac

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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propensity within someone

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

It Will Get Lighter