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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Picture

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

kind of mythopoesis

Today I felt like starting

but i respect your search

abrar?

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Style

hiding from the rain

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

and the fake qualifier

It Will Get Lighter