"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Today I felt like starting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It Will Get Lighter
1
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall,
curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with
the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
It Will Get Lighter
