Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

currently

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hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59