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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

isaac newton

or never left

ion

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

was it worth it

magnetises a pin

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

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

is this you as well

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

its good

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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.