I am below everything.

hiding from the rain

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Picture

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

Better Lift

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

or never left

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

really i want the internet

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

as in

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

...

idk


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate