Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
as in
no like which do people call me
bro i read nothing in my life
so at the end
and the fake qualifier
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
like first name
i understand
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
kind of mythopoesis
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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so an active mazelike process
its good
whats your name?
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason