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 is hopeful

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

IWGD

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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its performative