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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

as in

i love it here

i dont understand magnetisation

have you read

what do you mean

its good short few pages

bro i read nothing in my life

feel you

division of reality is straying away from it

not their contents

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

its good

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

was it worth it

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me