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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.

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

no longer writing in the third person

I Write Goodbye Letter