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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

yes

Thank you, Jack

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

the site i am dreaming

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Slug

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

wait what is that