nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack

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 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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

i see a website

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

kind of mythopoesis

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

was it worth it

i dont understand magnetisation

"Put a blanket."

we need to be deconstructing our identities

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

and the fake qualifier

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away