no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Better Lift

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


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.

Picture

i want to do that too