Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Picture

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.

Better Lift

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Better Lift

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.

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

much more tactility

i was tempted to lie about my name

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Worse Lift

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

2 (actually index). two is company