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.


no longer writing in the third person

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

really i want the internet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Lift Analysis

lol

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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


all that is to say

its performative

or never left

yeah

so an active mazelike process

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

whats your name?

have you read

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

you cannot feed someone truth

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

like first name

yes

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