December 2025


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Style

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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 Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


Today I felt like starting