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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

13, H, grate

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

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.