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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Style

no longer writing in the third person

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.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

1

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

ion

isaac newton

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

IWGD

was it worth it

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