isaac

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.