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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

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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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

currently

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but i respect your search

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49