there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

I am below everything.

it is hopeful

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

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.

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

whats your name?

thank you

plato

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

is this you as well