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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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

Lift Analysis

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

yeah

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

i love it here

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

is this you as well

yeah

lol yea

i want to do that too

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

ahnaf abrar

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.

Thank you, Jack

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine