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.

which magnetises chains of pins

        13       |
                |
                |
            H   |
                |
                |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
                |

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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

its good

lol yea

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so at the end

no i haven't really read anything

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

yeah

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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