Day 312 of 2026
βWind Breathing Through a Sleeping Houseβ
spoken readingΒ· 10s
generating...
Lean south, house.
The north is only
combing you.
Socks on the line
point where they're going.
The dog on the sill
has heard it all before.
A felted wool diorama-world ringing the viewer: a hilltop village of sleeping knitted houses, all breathing in the same wind.