Rain, starting

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.

Lift Analysis

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

Can I see


It Will Get Lighter

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

It Will Get Lighter

isaac newton

like magnets

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.

i really havent

its good

god being the centre magnet

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

feel you

what do you think my name is

not their contents

so the method has to be autonomous

in a post. I want to be remembered

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike