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.

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.

is this you as well

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

"Put a blanket."

its good

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i dont understand magnetisation

plato

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

isaac newton

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

abrar?