"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I am below everything.

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

wait what is that

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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'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.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

the site i am dreaming

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