i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Worse 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.

I am below everything.

Better Lift

or never left

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

so the method has to be autonomous

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

autonomy of learning

i love it here

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet