so at the end

kind of mythopoesis

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.

currently

It Will Get Lighter


Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

it is hopeful

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

was it worth it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

not so on: yvf(wthw)

send link

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


bro i read nothing in my life

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
"Put a blanket."