all that is to say

13, H, grate


autonomy of learning

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

hiding from the rain

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

barren land


send your tumblr

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

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

fw

idk

lol yea

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

we need to be deconstructing our identities

bro i read nothing in my life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

i dont understand magnetisation

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

send link

have you read

was it worth it

i was tempted to lie about my name


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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.