its good

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.

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

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

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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

have you read

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

isaac

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time