After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Style

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Picture

IWGD

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

lol

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

its good

god being the centre magnet

isaac newton

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

i love it here

I am below everything.

thank you

Worse Lift

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

or never left