it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like magnets

feel you

lol

as in

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i love it here

barren land

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.

what do you think my name is

no i haven't really read anything

its good

all that is to say

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Style

Rain, starting