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

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


Better Lift

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

magnetises a pin

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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brb i will read and reply sincerely

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life