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.

Style

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

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

IWGD

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03