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, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

Picture

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

division of reality is straying away from it

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

it is hopeful

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class