It Will Get Lighter

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Rain, starting

Style

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Picture

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

whats your name?

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

have you read

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

we can only engage in such a way

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

lol

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

so the method has to be autonomous

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

wait what is that

yeah

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

plato

its performative