It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.no like which do people call me
in a post. I want to be remembered
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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 am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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
isaac newton
autonomy of learning
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Put a blanket."
not their contents
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24