hiding from the rain

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

yes

Rain, starting

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

2 (actually index). two is company

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Better Lift

I Write Goodbye Letter

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

1

. way too specific.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging