As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Can I see
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i see a website
in a post. I want to be remembered
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
you have a beautiful account btw
really i want the internet
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me