Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Rain, starting

you have a beautiful account btw

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

currently

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.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

hello reader,

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.