is this you as well

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03


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.


Picture

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.



whats your name?

no longer writing in the third person

its performative

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Today I felt like starting

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

god being the centre magnet

1

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone truth

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

propensity within someone

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08