Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
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
Today I felt like starting
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i was tempted to lie about my name
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.idk
is this you as well
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no i haven't really read anything
no like which do people call me
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
December 2025
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Better Lift
i want to do that too