is this you as well


Can I see

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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

it is hopeful

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like first name

yeah

no like which do people call me

hiding from the rain