sorry i am texting like a slav

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying


i see a website

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Lift Analysis

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

I am below everything.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

brb i will read and reply sincerely


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

magnetisation/form

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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

its performative