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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Picture

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 i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Can I see

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 see a website

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

hiding from the rain

but really the thing should be autonomous

Better Lift

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

plato