December 2025

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Slug

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

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.

this will be about a slug

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

send link

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then