December 2025

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.


Better Lift

like magnets

plato

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

and the fake qualifier

have you read

its good

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone truth

no i haven't really read anything

whats your name?


that looks like my instagram account

as in