lol

no longer writing in the third person

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I am below everything.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

...

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

sorry i am texting like a slav

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter

its performative

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

thank you