IWGD

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

no longer writing in the third person

I Write Goodbye Letter

bro i read nothing in my life

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

thank you

magnetisation/form