I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
the site i am dreaming
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
it is hopeful
abrar?
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
what do you think my name is
like first name