no longer writing in the third person

Lift Analysis

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.

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

kind of mythopoesis

its good short few pages

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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sorry i am texting like a slav

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

not their contents

13, H, grate