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.

IWGD

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Rain, starting

Better Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Style

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

currently

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

god being the centre magnet

barren land

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its performative