Picture

December 2025

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.

Rain, starting

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


so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

was it worth it

Slug

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

the site i am dreaming

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine