and the fake qualifier

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.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

you cannot feed someone truth

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

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form

so at the end

all that is to say

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i have read not even 1 book