i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

what do you think my name is

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so at the end

like magnets

no like which do people call me

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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

so an active mazelike process

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

like first name

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

hiding from the rain

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

isaac newton

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