Worse Lift

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

much more tactility

lol yea

fw

lol

so at the end


i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things


send your tumblr

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

or never left

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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the site i am dreaming

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

It Will Get Lighter


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

bro i read nothing in my life