I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

hiding from the rain

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

not so on: yvf(wthw)

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Thank you, Jack

Rain, starting

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

the site i am dreaming

send your tumblr

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

ion

in a post. I want to be remembered

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now