abrar?

no longer writing in the third person

really i want the internet

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

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

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but i respect your search

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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