is this you as well

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

hiding from the rain

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

really i want the internet

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you have a beautiful account btw

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

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.