Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

currently

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Better Lift

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

13, H, grate

lol yea

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

hiding from the rain

yeah

so an active mazelike process

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

propensity within someone

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.