Rain, starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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

Better Lift

hiding from the rain

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

much more tactility

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

no i haven't really read anything

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