feel you

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.

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

Rain, starting

kind of mythopoesis

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

as in

...

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

so the method has to be autonomous

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them