kind of mythopoesis

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.

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

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

yes

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

i see a website

I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

it is hopeful

Rain, starting

hiding from the rain

13, H, grate