currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Rain, starting

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.

Picture

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

brb i will read and reply sincerely

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17