so at the end

abrar?

division of reality is straying away from it

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Style

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.

yes

1


amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

13, H, grate


i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Picture

as in