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

Today I felt like starting

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.

Style

Better Lift

Picture

currently

hiding from the rain


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

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

13, H, grate

division of reality is straying away from it

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac