After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
really i want the internet
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
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.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.