It Will Get Lighter

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

all that is to say

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

lol yea

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

...

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

so at the end

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i love it here