that looks like my instagram account

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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


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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

not their contents

13, H, grate

you cannot feed someone truth

all that is to say

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

its performative

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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