There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
we can only engage in such a way
lol
your feed looks like my tumblr