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.

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

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

it is hopeful

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Today I felt like starting

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