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

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.

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

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

propensity within someone

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet