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.

Today I felt like starting

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Lift Analysis

...

whats your name?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

as in

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

thank you

your feed looks like my tumblr

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

plato

its good

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.