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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

hiding from the rain

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

I am below everything.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

...

division of reality is straying away from it

but really the thing should be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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