One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

IWGD

"Put a blanket."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter

yes

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

kind of mythopoesis

that looks like my instagram account

all that is to say