okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
13, H, grate
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.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
confused - is
it the tide or its absense? I
still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this
site is the note.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But
like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it
recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare
seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
