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.

it is hopeful

you have a beautiful account btw

i see a website

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

autonomy of learning