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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

Today I felt like starting


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.

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

is this you as well

13, H, grate

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth