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 see a website

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

it is hopeful

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

lol

that looks like my instagram account

much more tactility

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so an active mazelike process

so at the end