Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

1

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

really i want the internet

Picture

but i respect your search

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Worse Lift

Style

much more tactility

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

or never left

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land