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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

Thank you, Jack

really i want the internet

13, H, grate

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

Better Lift

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

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.

I am below everything.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i see a website