we can only engage in such a way

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate


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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Worse Lift

as in

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

you know who you are. no more time, not like 1. way too specific.

wait what is that

hello reader,

what do you think my name is

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

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.

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

i want to do that too

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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.

barren land

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine