a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

idk

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.

Worse Lift

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Style

all that is to say

thank you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

is this you as well

really i want the internet

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

feel you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i want to do that too

i dont understand magnetisation