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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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

Better Lift

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Today I felt like starting

Lift Analysis


Thank you, Jack

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13