Better Lift

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.

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

what do you mean

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

propensity within someone

all that is to say

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

so the method has to be autonomous

whats your name?

like first name

currently

It Will Get Lighter

its performative

magnetisation/form

plato

kind of mythopoesis

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