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.

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

it is hopeful

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

its performative

propensity within someone

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

like first name

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

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

Today I felt like starting

the site i am dreaming

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so the method has to be autonomous

whats your name?

have you read

Worse Lift

"Put a blanket."