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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

no longer writing in the third person

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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
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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression