It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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 am below everything.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

this will be about a slug

December 2025

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.