brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

13, H, grate

Better Lift

it is hopeful

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

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

lol

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

autonomy of learning

magnetisation/form

we can only engage in such a way

no longer writing in the third person

yeah

i love it here

Rain, starting

thank you

what do you mean

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

bro i read nothing in my life

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged