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.

Picture

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

no longer writing in the third person

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

but i respect your search

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

as in

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

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

propensity within someone

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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magnetisation/form

Can I see

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it