i love it here

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

no longer writing in the third person


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.


And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

so an active mazelike process

what do you mean

its good short few pages

lol

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

magnetises a pin

fw