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.

Today I felt like starting

IWGD

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

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
It Will Get Lighter

December 2025

not so on: yvf(wthw)