"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

Style

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.

IWGD

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.

like magnets

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

lol yea

or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

fw

yeah

barren land

division of reality is straying away from it

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i have read not even 1 book


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

Worse Lift

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.

magnetisation/form

propensity within someone

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

your feed looks like my tumblr

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i understand

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

plato