Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
kind of mythopoesis
Lift Analysis
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
thank you
its good short few pages
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
like first name