Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.


brb i will read and reply sincerely

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


Picture

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Thank you, Jack

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever