what do you think my name is

Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting


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.

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


Better Lift

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Can I see

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Better Lift