it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

isaac

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

the site i am dreaming

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

feel you

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

god being the centre magnet

yeah

Slug

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

like first name

sorry i am texting like a slav

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt