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.

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.

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

hiding from the rain

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I am below everything.

Style

It Will Get Lighter

like first name