the site i am dreaming

really i want the internet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it is hopeful

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Can I see

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.

plato

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

or never left

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

December 2025

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