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.

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

as in

...

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

i have read not even 1 book

you cannot feed someone truth

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

It Will Get Lighter

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

thank you