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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

hiding from the rain

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

lol

...

idk

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Style

or never left