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.

its performative

or never left

i have read not even 1 book

barren land

autonomy of learning

what do you mean

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good

lol

god being the centre magnet

no i haven't really read anything

yeah

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

so at the end

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

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

its good short few pages

so an active mazelike process

...

It Will Get Lighter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Slug