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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

propensity within someone

the site i am dreaming

so an active mazelike process

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

bro i read nothing in my life

Slug

so at the end

this will be about a slug

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

its performative

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

its good

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

isaac newton

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

like magnets