I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

hiding from the rain

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

Lift Analysis

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

kind of mythopoesis

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.