it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


kind of mythopoesis

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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.

Slug

the site i am dreaming

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

this will be about a slug

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.

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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.