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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

but i respect your search

It Will Get Lighter

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

Today I felt like starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Can I see