Thank you, Jack

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Can I see

yes

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

December 2025

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.

this will be about a slug

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

wait what is that

...

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

I Write Goodbye Letter