and the fake qualifier

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.

Picture

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

really i want the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

its performative

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

idk