this will be about a slug

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I am below everything.

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.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

fw

i have read not even 1 book

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

magnetisation/form

no longer writing in the third person

autonomy of learning