Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

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.

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

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

Today I felt like starting

but i respect your search

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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