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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

thank you

no longer writing in the third person

much more tactility

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Picture

not their contents

i want to do that too

Style

division of reality is straying away from it

what do you think my name is

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

autonomy of learning

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so at the end

But seriously, thank you, Jack

isaac

like magnets

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

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