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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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in a post. I want to be remembered

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


IWGD

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

yes

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

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.

hiding from the rain

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

It Will Get Lighter

1

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24