It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

really i want the internet

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Better Lift

I am below everything.

Style

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

propensity within someone

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yes

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

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

its performative