somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Better Lift

magnetisation/form

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

and the fake qualifier

ion

Rain, starting

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

have you read

much more tactility

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

It Will Get Lighter

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I am below everything.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its good short few pages

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

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.