you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

that looks like my instagram account

idk

like first name

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

bro i read nothing in my life

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

as in

"Put a blanket."

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

god being the centre magnet

or never left