FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

no longer writing in the third person

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

like first name


Rain, starting

its good

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

autonomy of learning

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

that looks like my instagram account

so the method has to be autonomous

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

IWGD