I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
kind of mythopoesis
no longer writing in the third person
as in
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
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
I am below everything.
Thank you, Jack
so at the end
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
magnetisation/form
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?