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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

13, H, grate

isaac newton

or never left

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

division of reality is straying away from it

i was tempted to lie about my name

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no like which do people call me

and the fake qualifier

thank you

autonomy of learning