Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Lift Analysis
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the site i am dreaming
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so the method has to be autonomous