kind of mythopoesis

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

so the method has to be autonomous

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

Slug

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

bro i read nothing in my life

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

It Will Get Lighter

...

i really havent

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46