I Write Goodbye Letter

IWGD

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Picture

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

really i want the internet

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

plato

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying