One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

currently

I am below everything.

Style


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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

this will be about a slug

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books