I Write Goodbye Letter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its performative

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thank you, Jack

propensity within someone

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

really i want the internet

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

god being the centre magnet

magnetises a pin

isaac newton

its good

IWGD

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

feel you