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.

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

IWGD

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

hello reader,

that looks like my instagram account

is everyoneback on tumblr now

isaac

1

ion

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

idk

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

whats your name?

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.

yeah

thank you

much more tactility

i have read not even 1 book

no longer writing in the third person