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.

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.

Better Lift

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

1

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Style

Today I felt like starting


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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