Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


no longer writing in the third person

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

Style

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Can I see

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

we need to be deconstructing our identities

...

i have read not even 1 book

autonomy of learning

its performative

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

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.

i love it here

have you read

i understand

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

god being the centre magnet