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.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

like magnets

i have read not even 1 book

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

much more tactility

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

so at the end

not their contents

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

propensity within someone

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

2 (actually index). two is company

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

its performative

wait what is that

Thank you, Jack

that looks like my instagram account

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

magnetisation/form

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

idk