Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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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.


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

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

Worse 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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

Better Lift

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.