Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

but really the thing should be autonomous

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Worse Lift

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Lift Analysis

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Thank you, Jack