Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

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

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

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.

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.

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.

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

like magnets

"Put a blanket."

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

so an active mazelike process