Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


Today I felt like starting

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

like magnets

autonomy of learning

or never left

magnetises a pin

its performative

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

in a post. I want to be remembered

hiding from the rain

magnetisation/form

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

much more tactility

is everyoneback on tumblr now

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

sorry i am texting like a slav

thank you

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