Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

lol yea

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

idk

isaac newton

thank you

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its performative

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

or never left

god being the centre magnet

yeah

like first name

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

we need to be deconstructing our identities

have you read

so an active mazelike process

like magnets

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

propensity within someone

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

what do you mean

barren land