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 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


Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

currently

in a post. I want to be remembered

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah

no like which do people call me

what do you think my name is

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

i want to do that too

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

kind of mythopoesis

yes

you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike