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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

whats your name?

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

it is hopeful

isaac newton

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

no longer writing in the third person

what do you mean

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

you cannot feed someone truth