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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i see a website

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i dont understand magnetisation

or never left

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

which magnetises chains of pins

like magnets

thank you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason