i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
no longer writing in the third person
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
isaac
no i haven't really read anything
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no like which do people call me
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine