a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

no longer writing in the third person


13, H, grate

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IWGD

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

1

division of reality is straying away from it

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetises a pin

"Put a blanket."

you cannot feed someone truth

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

fw

or never left

no like which do people call me

its good short few pages

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

its performative