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

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

Worse Lift

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

like first name

send link

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

1

. way too specific.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

no like which do people call me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

autonomy of learning

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

so at the end

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

13, H, grate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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