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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

Picture

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.

Style

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

hiding from the rain

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

Can I see

Better Lift

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls