Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

currently

no longer writing in the third person

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

was it worth it

IWGD

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

idk

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

autonomy of learning

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

or never left

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

as in

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

fw

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