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.


part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

...

Better Lift

so an active mazelike process

no longer writing in the third person

not their contents

13, H, grate

as in

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

autonomy of learning

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

plato

December 2025