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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i want to do that too
ahnaf abrar
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
and the fake qualifier
the site i am dreaming
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
Thank you, Jack
so an active mazelike process
no like which do people call me
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i really havent
so at the end
yes
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
abrar?
kind of mythopoesis
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
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.