My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about 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.

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


hiding from the rain

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.


This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


Worse Lift

its performative

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

not their contents

but i respect your search

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

no longer writing in the third person

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

magnetisation/form

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch