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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Put a blanket."
so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

magnetisation/form

autonomy of learning

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

Slug

this will be about a slug

you cannot feed someone truth

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

all that is to say

isaac

division of reality is straying away from it

really i want the internet

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

god being the centre magnet

bro i read nothing in my life