Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

IWGD

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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Better Lift

was it worth it

all that is to say

like first name

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

isaac newton

have you read

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

much more tactility

It Will Get Lighter

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

autonomy of learning