with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


currently

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but i respect your search

brb i will read and reply sincerely

what do you mean

and the fake qualifier

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine