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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

no longer writing in the third person

Today I felt like starting

IWGD

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

1

in a post. I want to be remembered

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Style

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03