I Write Goodbye Letter

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Style

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


no longer writing in the third person