Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

it is hopeful

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

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.

that looks like my instagram account

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

idk

much more tactility

its good

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

division of reality is straying away from it

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

...

i understand

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

magnetises a pin