a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Style

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

Today I felt like starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

it is hopeful

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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