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.

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

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

as in

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


13, H, grate

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

fw

so the method has to be autonomous

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

IWGD

autonomy of learning

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i really havent

is this you as well

feel you

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24