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.

isaac

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

much more tactility

autonomy of learning

so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

really i want the internet

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

plato

so an active mazelike process

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

what do you think my name is

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

is this you as well

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

fw

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

but i respect your search