It Will Get Lighter

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

really i want the internet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

December 2025

and the fake qualifier

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

wait what is that