it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Thank you, Jack
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no longer writing in the third person
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so the method has to be autonomous
Can I see
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
kind of mythopoesis