Thank you, Jack

Slug

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

what do you think my name is

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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

the site i am dreaming

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

bro i read nothing in my life

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

kind of mythopoesis

I Write Goodbye Letter

its performative

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything