it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get
out i lied on my story
a little bit because i'm mostly feeling
it and thinking about
it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is
useful
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
but i respect your search
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create
within and also produce works from.
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.
