with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

...

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.

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

        13       |
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            H   |
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13, H, grate

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

it is hopeful

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Rain, starting

really i want the internet

Thank you, Jack