a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

no longer writing in the third person

ion


sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

isaac newton

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no i haven't really read anything

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

whats your name?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

isaac

was it worth it

what do you think my name is

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i love it here