currently

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

or never left

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

its performative

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i really havent

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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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
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.

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really i want the internet