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

I am below everything.

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.

plato

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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

Today I felt like starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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