Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

Style


IWGD

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

it is hopeful

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

Worse Lift

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

autonomy of learning

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

as in

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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



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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Rain, starting