kind of mythopoesis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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.

Better Lift

Rain, starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Picture