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

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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13, H, grate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

1

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but really the thing should be autonomous

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

you have a beautiful account btw

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

kind of mythopoesis