god being the centre magnet

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.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

bro i read nothing in my life

Picture

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

...

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you have a beautiful account btw