We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

Today I felt like starting

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.

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?

It Will Get Lighter

the site i am dreaming

currently

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Slug

Rain, starting

god being the centre magnet

that looks like my instagram account

...

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation