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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Today I felt like starting

currently

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

really i want the internet

as in

like magnets

but really the thing should be autonomous

your feed looks like my tumblr

like first name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

it is hopeful

bro i read nothing in my life

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

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

so an active mazelike process