a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i really havent

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Can I see

send link

December 2025


the site i am dreaming

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books