Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

Worse Lift

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

It Will Get Lighter

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

fw

idk

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter

its performative

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.

not their contents

Slug

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation