One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only." 
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really i want the internet

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


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03