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.

it is hopeful

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

really i want the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

i see a website

plato

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

like magnets

we can only engage in such a way

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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