She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

it is hopeful

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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

IWGD

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

Picture

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

currently

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time