I am below everything.

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Lift Analysis

it is hopeful