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

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter


Lift Analysis

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

"Put a blanket."

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.

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

Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.