It Will Get Lighter

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

currently

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

plato

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting