I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Better Lift
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
in a post. I want to be remembered
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
autonomy of learning
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
really i want the internet