And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

yes

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Rain, starting