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.

no longer writing in the third person

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift

i want to do that too

magnetisation/form

as in

i love it here

god being the centre magnet

isaac

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

isaac newton

division of reality is straying away from it

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

ion

plato

no i haven't really read anything

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

really i want the internet

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

its performative