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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

i have read not even 1 book

feel you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

all that is to say

i want to do that too

much more tactility

what do you think my name is

sorry i am texting like a slav

plato

or never left

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol yea

propensity within someone

Better Lift


isaac