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.

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

It Will Get Lighter

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

so at the end

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

idk

no i haven't really read anything

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

isaac newton

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

it is hopeful