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.

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Rain, starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

brb i will read and reply sincerely

or never left

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

13, H, grate

we can only engage in such a way
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

yeah

barren land