It Will Get Lighter

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24