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.

currently

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

all that is to say

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

Lift Analysis

no like which do people call me

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.

...

so the method has to be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i really havent

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49