the site i am dreaming

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

it is hopeful

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.

currently


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

in a post. I want to be remembered

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

fw

so the method has to be autonomous

its performative