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.

plato

Picture

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so at the end

Better Lift

much more tactility

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

as in

so the method has to be autonomous

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

I am below everything.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

propensity within someone

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

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

abrar?

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.