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.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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

what do you mean

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"Put a blanket."

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

was it worth it

i want to do that too

i love it here

isaac newton

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Style

hello reader,

have you read

1

wait what is that

hiding from the rain

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

I Write Goodbye Letter