Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

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.


Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Better Lift

Worse Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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

this will be about a slug

much more tactility

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models