I Write Goodbye Letter

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 really havent

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

...

i love it here

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

its good

not their contents

i really havent

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

lol

that looks like my instagram account

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

kind of mythopoesis

really i want the internet

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

or never left

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls