One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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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.

IWGD

it is hopeful

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

currently

in a post. I want to be remembered

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

idk

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

we can only engage in such a way

Style

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

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

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

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

send link

was it worth it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

and the fake qualifier

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!