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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i have read not even 1 book

no longer writing in the third person

or never left

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Better Lift

all that is to say

send your tumblr

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

like magnets

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Slug

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

1

. way too specific.

Picture

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

i love it here

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Can I see

December 2025