that looks like my instagram account

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

feel you

Thank you, Jack

i understand

sorry i am texting like a slav

i love it here

what do you mean

isaac

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate