There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

...

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.


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

this will be about a slug

wait what is that

the site i am dreaming

"Put a blanket."

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yes

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

division of reality is straying away from it

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book