brb i will read and reply sincerely

Rain, starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

is this you as well
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no like which do people call me

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.

it is hopeful

yeah

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

isaac

like magnets

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

really i want the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

currently

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now