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.

"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Better Lift

you cannot feed someone truth

13, H, grate

autonomy of learning

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so at the end

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

ion

i was tempted to lie about my name

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

and the fake qualifier

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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