"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

it is hopeful

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

13, H, grate