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.

Better Lift

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

is this you as well

barren land

what do you think my name is

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

bro i read nothing in my life

plato

was it worth it

send link

December 2025

yeah

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i want to do that too

abrar?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i was tempted to lie about my name