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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its good short few pages

13, H, grate

is this you as well

abrar?

you cannot feed someone truth

this will be about a slug

no longer writing in the third person

...

what do you mean