...

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 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.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

sorry i am texting like a slav

Rain, starting

i love it here

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