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 is hopeful

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'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.

IWGD

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

Picture

currently


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Style

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you have a beautiful account btw

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Worse Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Lift Analysis

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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