Happy Solstice to all my fellow creatures of the night.
The air is getting crispy. I love it.
New art drop. Old to me.
I removed the avatar. The internet is so fleeting and permanent all at once.
Future me edits past me. Sometimes.
Does an avatar make it easier to see me?
Rain writes its own poetry
on my hands
words smeared
before I can read them
Late night thoughts about writing led me here. But where is here? My mind hasn't unlocked the right words in the right order yet.
What counts as proof anyway?
I posted more proof that I existed.
Hello.