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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

send link

no longer writing in the third person

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I Write Goodbye Letter

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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