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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17



IWGD

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

isaac

we need to be deconstructing our identities

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged


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

feel you

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so an active mazelike process

plato

i want to do that too