I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

I am below everything.

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.

i see a website

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

no longer writing in the third person

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it