Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Today I felt like starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Picture

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

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i have read not even 1 book

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

But seriously, thank you, Jack

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41