Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i was tempted to lie about my name

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

your feed looks like my tumblr


magnetises a pin

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no like which do people call me

lol

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.

so at the end

feel you

is everyoneback on tumblr now

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

thank you


Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


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.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

which magnetises chains of pins

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

division of reality is straying away from it

isaac

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