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

Today I felt like starting

13, H, grate

Picture

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

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.

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

Style

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

really i want the internet

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

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

Better Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thank you, Jack

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?