its good short few pages

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Style

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

currently

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08