It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
isaac newton
what do you think my name is
and the fake qualifier
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
no like which do people call me
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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
barren land