wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I am below everything.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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 behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Can I see

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

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