i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"Put a blanket."

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

propensity within someone

plato

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr



i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate