no longer writing in the third person

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

you have a beautiful account btw

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

Picture

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

...

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

...

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i really havent

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and the fake qualifier

send link

Rain, starting