Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

like first name

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

1

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Today I felt like starting

currently

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Rain, starting

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

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue