it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

i see a website


Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

that looks like my instagram account

plato

what do you mean

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me