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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.