hello reader,

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


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.

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.

Thank you, Jack

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but i respect your search

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Style

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt