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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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in a post. I want to be remembered
