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.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

whats your name?

thank you

currently

god being the centre magnet

2 (actually index). two is company

Rain, starting

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like first name

magnetises a pin

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!