I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
hiding from the rain
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Better Lift
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it is hopeful
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
not their contents
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
we can only engage in such a way
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.