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.

it is hopeful

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Style

kind of mythopoesis

barren land

...

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak