a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

it is hopeful

we can only engage in such a way

magnetisation/form

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

autonomy of learning

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

whats your name?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

IWGD

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Better Lift

its good