with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no longer writing in the third person

you have a beautiful account btw

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thank you, Jack

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

hiding from the rain

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59