Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

...

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

and the fake qualifier

yeah

we can only engage in such a way

fw

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

magnetisation/form

so an active mazelike process


i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

that looks like my instagram account

all that is to say

much more tactility

and the fake qualifier

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

barren land

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.