After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

send your tumblr

it is hopeful

lol yea

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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i dont understand magnetisation

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things



that looks like my instagram account

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.


and the fake qualifier

Style

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yeah

like first name

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

fw

currently