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.

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

but i respect your search

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

what do you mean

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good

whats your name?

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I am below everything.

no i haven't really read anything

its good short few pages

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

magnetisation/form

its good

"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos