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It Will Get Lighter

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you cannot feed someone truth

in a post. I want to be remembered

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
"Put a blanket."

division of reality is straying away from it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

isaac

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

its good