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 08:38:49

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Today I felt like starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

it is hopeful

in a post. I want to be remembered

Can I see

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

currently

"Put a blanket."

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.