Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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


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.

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


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?