The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

lol

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out. 

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

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

ion

what do you mean

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

have you read

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

isaac

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