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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak