was it worth it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

it is hopeful

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

I am below everything.

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

hiding from the rain

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

kind of mythopoesis

It Will Get Lighter


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate


They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever