Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

as in

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.

Thank you, Jack

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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the site i am dreaming

Slug

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I Write Goodbye Letter

Style

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
Today I felt like starting