what do you think my name is
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Can I see
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
it is hopeful
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
yes
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i dont understand magnetisation
god being the centre magnet
like magnets
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.