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.

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

IWGD

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

autonomy of learning

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

was it worth it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good

have you read

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.