it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

kind of mythopoesis

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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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"Put a blanket."

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

not their contents