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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


It Will Get Lighter


Today I felt like starting

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Rain, starting