Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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.

plato

ion

December 2025

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so the method has to be autonomous


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

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.

its good short few pages

its good

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