so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but i respect your search

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.

and the fake qualifier

idk

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

not their contents

2 (actually index). two is company

bro i read nothing in my life

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Rain, starting

I Write Goodbye Letter