It Will Get Lighter

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Today I felt like starting

so the method has to be autonomous

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I am below everything.

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

whats your name?

abrar?