We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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.

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.

13, H, grate

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

bro i read nothing in my life

in a post. I want to be remembered

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

2 (actually index). two is company

and the fake qualifier

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!