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.

Can I see

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Lift Analysis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

It Will Get Lighter


a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

autonomy of learning

we can only engage in such a way

Rain, starting

you have a beautiful account btw

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

it is hopeful

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

Style

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

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

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

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

or never left

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

ahnaf abrar

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

propensity within someone

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