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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

I am below everything.