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.

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.

I am below everything.

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

god being the centre magnet

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

no i haven't really read anything

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

IWGD


we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i love it here

like magnets

it is hopeful

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate