After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."

Style

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

no like which do people call me

was it worth it

what do you think my name is

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

send your tumblr

plato

Today I felt like starting

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

you have a beautiful account btw

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50