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.

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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

It Will Get Lighter


in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

hiding from the rain

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

currently

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Worse Lift

Better Lift

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

lol yea

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

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

Picture

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

plato