somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

what do you mean

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.

propensity within someone

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Style

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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 

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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me


Better Lift

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

I am below everything.

really i want the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

its performative

as in


There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.