After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

hiding from the rain

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.

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I Write Goodbye Letter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

December 2025

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

but really the thing should be autonomous

bro i read nothing in my life

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.