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.

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

IWGD


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

send your tumblr

whats your name?

your feed looks like my tumblr

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i have read not even 1 book

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i really havent

hiding from the rain

Picture

kind of mythopoesis

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying