Picture

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so an active mazelike process

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

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

really i want the internet

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.


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

as in


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


so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class