Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

"Put a blanket."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I am below everything.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Rain, starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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13, H, grate

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Can I see

really i want the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.