Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49


no longer writing in the third person

Style

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.


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

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

really i want the internet

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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