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.

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

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

so an active mazelike process

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

Can I see

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.

that looks like my instagram account

much more tactility

wait what is that

hiding from the rain

...

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

hello reader,

It Will Get Lighter

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I Write Goodbye Letter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i really havent

lol yea

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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