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

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I am below everything.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Style

so the method has to be autonomous

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
"Put a blanket."

its performative

in a post. I want to be remembered