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

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

propensity within someone

but really the thing should be autonomous

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so at the end

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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

I am below everything.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

its good

that looks like my instagram account

or never left

i really havent