Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Worse Lift

Picture

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

division of reality is straying away from it

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.