with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

Style

i love it here

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

idk

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter

lol yea

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

whats your name?

yeah

abrar?

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

god being the centre magnet

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

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

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

barren land

you cannot feed someone truth