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

December 2025

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

kind of mythopoesis

the site i am dreaming

bro i read nothing in my life

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

but really the thing should be autonomous

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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

...

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