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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create
within and also produce works from.
IWGD
Style
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
1
Picture
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
13, H, grate
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.
Better Lift
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
