Yolkless by t is a compilation of seasonal thoughts, feelings, memories, moods and vignettes made by they/them/those/that/there/this.
“Destiny is the like the yolk at the centre of an egg.
Without its presence, you feel empty.”
~ p. 240
Do you know who I am…?
Sometimes I say too much.
Yes, I’ve changed. I’m sorry.
What will happen to me when the snow melts?