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.

yes

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


no longer writing in the third person

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

Style

autonomy of learning

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol yea

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

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