Today I felt like starting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

kind of mythopoesis

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It Will Get Lighter

currently

we need to be deconstructing our identities

barren land

much more tactility

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

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

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

idk