FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Style

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I Write Goodbye Letter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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hello reader,

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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