"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Style

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

13, H, grate

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.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

wait what is that

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

this will be about a slug

really i want the internet

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

was it worth it