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.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

13, H, grate

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Worse Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

currently

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

no longer writing in the third person

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