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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

not their contents

its good

...

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you have a beautiful account btw

i have read not even 1 book

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the site i am dreaming

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

god being the centre magnet