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Better Lift

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

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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.

in a post. I want to be remembered


Thank you, Jack

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

kind of mythopoesis

Today I felt like starting


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.

Rain, starting


i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse


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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.