something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

currently

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Worse Lift

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

whats your name?

isaac

like magnets

sorry i am texting like a slav

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

isaac newton

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

have you read

no i haven't really read anything

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land

what do you mean

feel you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we need to be deconstructing our identities

was it worth it

i love it here

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no like which do people call me

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

Picture

fw