what do you mean

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.


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

is everyoneback on tumblr now

isaac newton

like first name

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone truth

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i really havent

much more tactility

barren land