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.

division of reality is straying away from it

i understand

its good

what do you mean

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

lol yea

all that is to say

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

its good

no like which do people call me

yeah

much more tactility

feel you

as in

what do you think my name is

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so an active mazelike process

...

you cannot feed someone truth

hello reader,

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

i want to do that too

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

December 2025

lol

i love it here

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

magnetisation/form

we can only engage in such a way

its performative

your feed looks like my tumblr