Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

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.


Rain, starting

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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

I am below everything.

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Worse Lift

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

so an active mazelike process

idk

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet