...

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.

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Style

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

It Will Get Lighter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

IWGD

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the site i am dreaming

not so on: yvf(wthw)

much more tactility

2 (actually index). two is company

Picture

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.