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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

but i respect your search

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.