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.

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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Worse Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

currently

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. 

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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.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

13, H, grate

it is hopeful

I am below everything.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

not their contents

Rain, starting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so an active mazelike process