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.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

13, H, grate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Better Lift

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

propensity within someone

bro i read nothing in my life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

isaac newton

autonomy of learning

what do you mean