Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I am below everything.

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

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

was it worth it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

wait what is that

idk

what do you mean

i really havent

i have read not even 1 book

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

its good

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it