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.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

much more tactility

It Will Get Lighter

Can I see

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lol yea

2 (actually index). two is company

bro i read nothing in my life

Rain, starting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.