issue #9202026-06-8ybiseed 2026-06-8ybi
- 01 · poem
the things we have
The city is asleep, and it is covered in white, The bed hugs me like we have never ever met, The song feels like home, and the birds stayed dead,
Elsewhere
Build
- Projects/projects
Things I built
- Tools/tools
Stack & utilities
- Skills/skills
What I claim to know
Media
- Music/music
Songs & albums
- Gallery/gallery
Pictures
- Watch/watch
Films
- Poems/poems
Words (sorry)
- Zine/zine
Printable mini issue
Collective
- Wall/wall
Community wall
- Canvas/canvas
128×60 collaborative grid · claim a cell
- Were here/were-here
Anonymous visitor map
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