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.

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 

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It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

IWGD

Rain, starting

autonomy of learning

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

I am below everything.

Can I see

not their contents

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

Worse Lift

no longer writing in the third person

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46