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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

"Put a blanket."
hiding from the rain

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

but really the thing should be autonomous

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

currently

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.