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.

Better Lift

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24