Better Lift

I am below everything.

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

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.

It Will Get Lighter

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

13, H, grate


hiding from the rain