Rain, starting
in a post. I want to be remembered
I know
that if I try to make this entry any more than
it is I will ruin it.
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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
really i want the internet
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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
