i really havent

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


it is hopeful

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

currently

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter