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

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thank you, Jack

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Style

no longer writing in the third person

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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