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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

...

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.


not so on: yvf(wthw)

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