autonomy of learning

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


Worse Lift

IWGD

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

Style

it is hopeful

really i want the internet


you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no longer writing in the third person

its performative


to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch