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.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Better Lift

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

its good

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

its good

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it



what do you mean

wait what is that

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

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have you read

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

the site i am dreaming


like first name

Thank you, Jack

what do you think my name is

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.