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.

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

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

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

lol

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

so an active mazelike process

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yes

...

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

fw

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46