It Will Get Lighter

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.

Better Lift

13, H, grate

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

ion

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

i love it here