in a post. I want to be remembered
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.isaac newton
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
currently
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Better Lift
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
December 2025
so at the end
your feed looks like my tumblr
we need to be deconstructing our identities
division of reality is straying away from it
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason