have you read

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.

"Put a blanket."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

but really the thing should be autonomous


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

ahnaf abrar

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i was tempted to lie about my name

isaac

what do you mean