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.

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

currently

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

It Will Get Lighter

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you think my name is

your feed looks like my tumblr

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

no like which do people call me

yeah

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

ahnaf abrar

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike