After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


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

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

so the method has to be autonomous

its good

so at the end

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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