kind of mythopoesis

Today I felt like starting
"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03