Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

"Put a blanket."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

kind of mythopoesis

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

Thank you, Jack

I am below everything.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

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

really i want the internet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no longer writing in the third person

brb i will read and reply sincerely