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

"Put a blanket."

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.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i love it here

yeah

is this you as well

god being the centre magnet

like magnets

whats your name?

Rain, starting

much more tactility

which magnetises chains of pins