it is hopeful

Better Lift

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

IWGD

13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03