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.

yeah

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but i respect your search

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

hiding from the rain

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.

yes

...

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

It Will Get Lighter

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