Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i really havent

this will be about a slug

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hello reader,

it is hopeful

currently

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

yeah

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.

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Better Lift

as in

autonomy of learning

division of reality is straying away from it