And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Style

but really the thing should be autonomous

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


no longer writing in the third person

Can I see

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

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