nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ion

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

barren land

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone truth

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it is hopeful

plato

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

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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

its performative

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

fw

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

lol yea

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

"Put a blanket."

i was tempted to lie about my name