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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ion

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

as in

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

magnetisation/form

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

whats your name?

It Will Get Lighter

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

2 (actually index). two is company

it is hopeful

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

13, H, grate

isaac