Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

whats your name?

i have read not even 1 book

as in

magnetisation/form

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

send link

so the method has to be autonomous

not their contents

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

its performative