Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

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

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Picture

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hiding from the rain

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting


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