Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

Better Lift

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

hiding from the rain

December 2025

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

this will be about a slug

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

plato

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.