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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.

IWGD

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but really the thing should be autonomous

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

kind of mythopoesis

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Better Lift