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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

kind of mythopoesis

i see a website

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


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thank you, Jack

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Picture


and the fake qualifier

as in

isaac newton

not their contents

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

...

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

you cannot feed someone truth