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.

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

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