"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.


I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Style

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

as in

i have read not even 1 book

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

send your tumblr

so an active mazelike process

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

ahnaf abrar

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Today I felt like starting

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

its good

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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