We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

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

IWGD

hiding from the rain

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i dont understand magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Better Lift