Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Style

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift

yes

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

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.

it is hopeful

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression