Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Worse Lift

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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.

no i haven't really read anything

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

its good

the site i am dreaming

its good short few pages

isaac

13, H, grate

i really havent

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

no longer writing in the third person

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

its performative

barren land

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

all that is to say