hiding from the rain

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

what do you mean

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

bro i read nothing in my life

what do you think my name is

like magnets

isaac

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

i love it here

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet