plato

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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. 

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

much more tactility

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

send your tumblr

like first name

it is hopeful

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

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

Style

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

feel you

its performative

so the method has to be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.