plato

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

13, H, grate

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.

kind of mythopoesis

Style

Better Lift

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting