something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

division of reality is straying away from it