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.

Picture

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?