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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

I am below everything.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

December 2025

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack