Thank you, Jack

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.

currently

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

IWGD

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

yeah

plato

no longer writing in the third person

like magnets

we want to live the knowledge too live the content