One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

IWGD

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

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

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift

currently

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

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

magnetisation/form

Style

so the method has to be autonomous

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."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

"Put a blanket."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone truth