i am quite illiterate on producing technology

FOUNDING DOCUMENT


"Put a blanket."

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

its good

like first name

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

have you read

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)