hiding from the rain

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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IWGD

13, H, grate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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.

barren land

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

not their contents

we can only engage in such a way