Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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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.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

abrar?

magnetises a pin

2 (actually index). two is company

wait what is that

hello reader,

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

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

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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.