Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

or never left

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

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.

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

no longer writing in the third person

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so at the end

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."