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 behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

hello reader,

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

division of reality is straying away from it

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

idk

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.

i have read not even 1 book

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.

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

magnetisation/form

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

yeah

Rain, starting

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