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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

hiding from the rain

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it


December 2025

1

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

2 (actually index). two is company

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

yeah

magnetises a pin