There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Today I felt like starting

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

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

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in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

currently

1

Picture

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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