They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

currently

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Worse Lift

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i love it here

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

plato

that looks like my instagram account

lol

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

not their contents

i understand

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hiding from the rain

sorry i am texting like a slav

abrar?

13, H, grate

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