ion

Rain, starting

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 am below everything.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

really i want the internet

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life