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

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.

it is hopeful

isaac newton

hello reader,

i really havent

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

2 (actually index). two is company

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

thank you