much more tactility
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Today I felt like starting
I am below everything.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
hiding from the rain
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
yeah
it is hopeful
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.yeah