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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket." 
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

you cannot feed someone truth

abrar?

thank you

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

we can only engage in such a way

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i really havent

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Worse Lift

autonomy of learning

which magnetises chains of pins

all that is to say

It Will Get Lighter

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

ahnaf abrar