part of an old note. It will get lighter.

as in

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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 love it here

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

whats your name?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

no longer writing in the third person

like magnets

send link

its good

barren land

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Can I see

i understand

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

idk

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

December 2025

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.