It Will Get Lighter

It's

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50