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.

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Style

...

autonomy of learning

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

It Will Get Lighter

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Today I felt like starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

2 (actually index). two is company

you cannot feed someone truth

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

hello reader,