After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
FOUNDING DOCUMENT
in a post. I want to be remembered
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Today I felt like starting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
