I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

this will be about a slug

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

the site i am dreaming

hello reader,

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I Write Goodbye Letter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

hiding from the rain