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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

but really the thing should be autonomous

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-" 
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Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of 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.

"Put a blanket."

kind of mythopoesis

Rain, starting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT