I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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 can only engage in such a way

hiding from the rain

IWGD

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03