There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
December 2025
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
but i respect your search
brb i will read and reply sincerely
division of reality is straying away from it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.