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.

its good

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Style

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

it is hopeful

feel you

Worse Lift

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

its good short few pages

whats your name?

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

god being the centre magnet


the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

...

send your tumblr

send link

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i really havent

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

bro i read nothing in my life

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i really havent

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.