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.

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

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love it here

magnetisation/form

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

as in

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak