It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Rain, starting

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

I am below everything.

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."