no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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 only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

hiding from the rain

the site i am dreaming

and the fake qualifier

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

...

i really havent