with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

but i respect your search

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

so at the end

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yeah