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

Today I felt like starting

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.

"Put a blanket."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Better Lift

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.

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

no longer writing in the third person

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.