yeah

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

yes

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.

Rain, starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

Better Lift

it is hopeful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.