I Write Goodbye Letter

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


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.

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

have you read

so an active mazelike process

its good

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i have read not even 1 book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I am below everything.