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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

autonomy of learning

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

you cannot feed someone truth

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

really i want the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

no like which do people call me

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.