Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.