i love it here

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

its performative

plato

no i haven't really read anything

plato

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

as in

is this you as well

i want to do that too

what do you mean

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

sorry i am texting like a slav

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah

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you cannot feed someone truth

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you think my name is

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak