so an active mazelike process

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.

but i respect your search

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

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

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

as in

its performative

isaac newton

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

isaac

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i dont understand magnetisation