Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
1
no longer writing in the third person
