"Put a blanket."

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


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

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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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you have a beautiful account btw

no longer writing in the third person

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Rain, starting

hiding from the rain

much more tactility

its good

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i dont understand magnetisation

really i want the internet

its performative

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.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good short few pages

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