It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
isaac newton
the site i am dreaming
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
thank you
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
we can only engage in such a way
much more tactility
hiding from the rain
fw
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
is this you as well
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
i understand
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf