Picture

it is hopeful

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Today I felt like starting

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

Style

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

whats your name?

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

all that is to say

we can only engage in such a way

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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.

autonomy of learning

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet