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.

Better Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

it is hopeful

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

Style

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

idk

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

yeah

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

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.

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