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.

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

so at the end

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

the site i am dreaming

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

isaac newton

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

December 2025

i love it here

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I am below everything.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

yeah

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

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time