it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Lift Analysis

...

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.

hello reader,

...

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

Style

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

magnetisation/form

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

like magnets