really i want the internet

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

abrar?

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Worse Lift

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

all that is to say