part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Rain, starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

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

have you read

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

Better Lift

not their contents

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

...

IWGD

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

really i want the internet

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.