isaac

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Picture

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

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.