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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Can I see

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

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

kind of mythopoesis

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

magnetisation/form

your feed looks like my tumblr

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