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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

you cannot feed someone truth

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

have you read

i understand

i dont understand magnetisation

whats your name?

its performative

so the method has to be autonomous

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

no i haven't really read anything

ion

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

1

. way too specific.

was it worth it

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

send your tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good short few pages

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.

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.

Lift Analysis

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Thank you, Jack

magnetises a pin

you have a beautiful account btw