i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

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

magnetises a pin

you cannot feed someone truth

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

barren land

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

so the method has to be autonomous

feel you

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

and the fake qualifier

idk