Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
as in
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
your feed looks like my tumblr
you cannot feed someone truth
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
much more tactility
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
division of reality is straying away from it
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
autonomy of learning
idk
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we can only engage in such a way
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thank you, Jack