It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.no longer writing in the third person
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i have read not even 1 book
your feed looks like my tumblr
feel you
you have a beautiful account btw
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.ahnaf abrar
I am below everything.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
yes