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.


no longer writing in the third person


it is hopeful



hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i see a website

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse


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

yes

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

really i want the internet

1

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me