Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
Better Lift
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
all that is to say
currently
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
division of reality is straying away from it
it is hopeful
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
you have a beautiful account btw
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.