One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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.

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.



Style

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

hello reader,

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It Will Get Lighter

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

But seriously, thank you, Jack

i am quite illiterate on producing technology