nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

propensity within someone

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I am below everything.

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

as in

its performative

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate