Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46



Better Lift

Lift Analysis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

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

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.

much more tactility

plato

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

that looks like my instagram account

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


its good

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life