thank you

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Lift Analysis

wait what is that


Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

was it worth it

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch