Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

not their contents

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

we need to be deconstructing our identities

much more tactility

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

its good

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.