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.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you have a beautiful account btw

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Worse Lift