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

Today I felt like starting

i love it here

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but really the thing should be autonomous

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

yes

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i really havent

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

Lift Analysis

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

you have a beautiful account btw