I am below everything.

or never left

that looks like my instagram account

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

all that is to say

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

not their contents

so an active mazelike process

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

idk

much more tactility

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life