It Will Get Lighter

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.

Today I felt like starting

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Rain, starting

or never left


yes

much more tactility

plato

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate