much more tactility

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.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

i understand

division of reality is straying away from it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

or never left

idk

the site i am dreaming

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50