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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Can I see

kind of mythopoesis

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

Lift Analysis

no longer writing in the third person

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

much more tactility

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now