this will be about a slug

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

13, H, grate

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.

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.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the site i am dreaming

in a post. I want to be remembered

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

abrar?

December 2025

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