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 am below everything.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

really i want the internet

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

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

Thank you, Jack

Worse Lift

13, H, grate

much more tactility

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

which magnetises chains of pins

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.