I am below everything.

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.

Style

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

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but i respect your search

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Better Lift

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

bro i read nothing in my life

yes

sorry i am texting like a slav

bro i read nothing in my life

what do you mean

plato

i love it here

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation