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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Worse Lift

you have a beautiful account btw

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

bro i read nothing in my life