much more tactility

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so the method has to be autonomous

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

...

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

but really the thing should be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

2 (actually index). two is company

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?