She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
its performative
have you read
idk
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
not so on: yvf(wthw)
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
its good short few pages