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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


currently

kind of mythopoesis

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

is this you as well

I Write Goodbye Letter

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

and the fake qualifier