that looks like my instagram account

in a post. I want to be remembered

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 am below everything.

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

Better Lift

so at the end

i understand

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time