Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Worse Lift

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

no longer writing in the third person

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting