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.

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

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

hiding from the rain

Worse Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.