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.

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

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.

i understand

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

what do you mean

plato

its good short few pages

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

ion

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

the site i am dreaming

bro i read nothing in my life