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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

much more tactility

i want to do that too

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.

Style


to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

like magnets

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

we need to be deconstructing our identities

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i understand

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."