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.

propensity within someone

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good

or never left

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?