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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

IWGD

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

plato

feel you

It Will Get Lighter

isaac newton

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

December 2025

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

isaac

the site i am dreaming

but really the thing should be autonomous

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

what do you think my name is