One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

it is hopeful

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

Can I see

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13