After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but really the thing should be autonomous

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Put a blanket."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

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