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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.

we can only engage in such a way

i have read not even 1 book

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

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

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

magnetises a pin

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is this you as well

so an active mazelike process

like first name

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

ahnaf abrar

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.