much more tactility

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

currently

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

magnetisation/form

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

you cannot feed someone truth

that looks like my instagram account

feel you


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

it is hopeful

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting