sorry i am texting like a slav

IWGD

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

Rain, starting

hiding from the rain

it is hopeful

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Picture


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting