no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but i respect your search
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.it is hopeful
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.