It Will Get Lighter

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

yes

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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