Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

"Put a blanket."

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

magnetisation/form

but i respect your search

isaac newton

plato

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

have you read

i dont understand magnetisation

It Will Get Lighter

no i haven't really read anything


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.