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.

idk

is this you as well

like first name

much more tactility

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

what do you think my name is

abrar?

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

its good short few pages

what do you mean

have you read

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
its good

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