One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

so an active mazelike process

"Put a blanket."

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