x and i: a novel
a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3
Sat on a swivel chair in the garden. Sulking, and feeling unwell. I wish there was a bath out there. Read more
I take photos of myself in the bath. I love having a bath. Maybe I’m trying to return to the womb or something. Or attempting to prove by taking a photo, that I somehow still exist. Read more
I walk with no destination in mind. I talk to myself about nothing in particular. The trees don’t talk back though. Nor the sky. Read more
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Author S. K. Nicholas 