Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

yes

Worse Lift

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

much more tactility

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

i love it here

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Put a blanket."

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.

plato

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

Rain, starting

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books