yes

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.

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

Style

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

Better Lift

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no longer writing in the third person

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.