It Will Get Lighter

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Can I see

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

hello reader,

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

which magnetises chains of pins

"Put a blanket."