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Worse Lift

December 2025

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

yeah

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

1

. way too specific.

isaac newton

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

and the fake qualifier

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i was tempted to lie about my name

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