I am below everything.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

currently

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.

all that is to say

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.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

like first name

Style

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

feel you

so the method has to be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

so at the end

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

so an active mazelike process

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

what do you think my name is