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.

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

yes

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

kind of mythopoesis

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

It Will Get Lighter

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT