Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

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

Better Lift

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

1

. way too specific.

no longer writing in the third person

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

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