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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

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.

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.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

plato

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

like magnets

what do you think my name is

Can I see

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

it is hopeful

i want to do that too

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

isaac

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate