After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
but i respect your search
was it worth it
December 2025
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
yes
Better Lift
really i want the internet
i understand
in a post. I want to be remembered
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
hello reader,