and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

is this you as well

no longer writing in the third person

propensity within someone

abrar?

plato

its performative

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

you cannot feed someone truth

bro i read nothing in my life

wait what is that

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46