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Rain, starting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

December 2025

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

...

...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.


fw

I Write Goodbye Letter

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

thank you