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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

it is hopeful

Style

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered


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

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

division of reality is straying away from it


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

what do you mean

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its good short few pages

Picture

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

magnetisation/form


Today I felt like starting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

plato

i want to do that too

so at the end