I Write Goodbye Letter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

currently

Rain, starting

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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

but i respect your search

it is hopeful

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

Better Lift