hiding from the rain

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i have read not even 1 book

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

and the fake qualifier

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

division of reality is straying away from it

its good

but i respect your search

yes

have you read

Picture

as in

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no i haven't really read anything

you cannot feed someone truth

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

lol yea

god being the centre magnet

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