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.

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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

yes

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

was it worth it

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

2 (actually index). two is company

as in

no longer writing in the third person

but really the thing should be autonomous

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