Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i understand

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

currently

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It Will Get Lighter

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

autonomy of learning

its performative

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.