And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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 in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

have you read

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is this you as well

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i love it here

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

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books