And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression