Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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December 2025

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

the site i am dreaming

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.

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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth