Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

was it worth 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.

yes

It Will Get Lighter

Picture

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

feel you

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