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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

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.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i see a website

        13       |
                |
                |
            H   |
                |
                |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
                |

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

in a post. I want to be remembered

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Lift Analysis

"Put a blanket."

we can only engage in such a way

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i was tempted to lie about my name

i love it here

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

and the fake qualifier

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

which magnetises chains of pins