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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Can I see

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from. 

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It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

idk