I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

Lift Analysis

Picture

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

you have a beautiful account btw


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really i want the internet

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

yes

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it