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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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 behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

I am below everything.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Better Lift

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.