part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I Write Goodbye Letter

I am below everything.

2 (actually index). two is company

bro i read nothing in my life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i really havent
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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 trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

Slug

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

its good short few pages