kind of mythopoesis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

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.

its good

Thank you, Jack

in a post. I want to be remembered

currently

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

is this you as well


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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

isaac newton

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i dont understand magnetisation

It Will Get Lighter

so at the end

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

December 2025