isaac newton

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.

but i respect your search

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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Picture

was it worth it

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

it is hopeful

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like first name

i see a website

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

so an active mazelike process

13, H, grate

abrar?

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

you have a beautiful account btw

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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