no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

13, H, grate

Better Lift

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

wait what is that

Thank you, Jack

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

whats your name?

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

...

part of an old note. It will get lighter.