a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

it is hopeful

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

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.

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

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch