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.

Worse Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

currently

"Put a blanket."

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

...

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

propensity within someone

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Slug

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.