Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

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.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Today I felt like starting

hiding from the rain

1

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

no longer writing in the third person

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