endlessforms

dreamworld photographer

  • it, she, they

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes


we and the Other are learning to make twine games

it kinda means our more usual writing is on hold/slowed, but we are very excited for the possibilities of being able to write interactive fiction


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