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

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.

Style

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

currently

IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it is hopeful

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it


the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

brb i will read and reply sincerely

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

autonomy of learning

plato

what do you think my name is

all that is to say

isaac newton

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03