a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.


it is hopeful

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

god being the centre magnet

yeah

no longer writing in the third person

i love it here

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

magnetises a pin

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people