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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

magnetises a pin

you have a beautiful account btw

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

2 (actually index). two is company

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

division of reality is straying away from it

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so the method has to be autonomous

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

so an active mazelike process

what do you mean