Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

I am below everything.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

IWGD

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.

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


plato

we can only engage in such a way

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

yeah

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so an active mazelike process

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

like first name

was it worth it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

and the fake qualifier

that looks like my instagram account

division of reality is straying away from it