Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

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.

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

I am below everything.

isaac

Style

i love it here

this will be about a slug

god being the centre magnet

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

thank you

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no like which do people call me

sorry i am texting like a slav

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter


yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

whats your name?