It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it is hopeful
brb i will read and reply sincerely
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i really havent
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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
really i want the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
that looks like my instagram account
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.bro i read nothing in my life