no longer writing in the third person

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Style

Better Lift

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Rain, starting

wait what is that

...

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)