autonomy of learning

currently

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

in a post. I want to be remembered

you have a beautiful account btw

but i respect your search

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."