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?