wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

isaac

Style

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged


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.

hiding from the rain

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Better Lift

Better Lift

Lift Analysis

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Picture

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely