no longer writing in the third person

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.

hiding from the rain

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

really i want the internet


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

IWGD


Style

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i love it here

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

It Will Get Lighter

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ion


no i haven't really read anything

we want to live the knowledge too live the content