and the fake qualifier

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

currently

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

It Will Get Lighter

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so an active mazelike process

all that is to say

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.

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet