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

much more tactility

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

It Will Get Lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

It Will Get Lighter