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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

send your tumblr

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

its performative

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetises a pin

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

have you read

its good

as in

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

I Write Goodbye Letter

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

isaac

not so on: yvf(wthw)