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.

kind of mythopoesis

fw


amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

plato

currently

i want to do that too

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

it is hopeful

i see a website

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

autonomy of learning