currently

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

like first name

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

that looks like my instagram account

lol

so an active mazelike process

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life