hello reader,

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08


We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.