this will be about a slug

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

Better Lift

I am below everything.

currently

your feed looks like my tumblr

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

send your tumblr

Worse Lift

yeah

plato

no like which do people call me

division of reality is straying away from it

Rain, starting

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

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