One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

god being the centre magnet

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

so the method has to be autonomous

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

division of reality is straying away from it

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i see a website

we can only engage in such a way

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its performative

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

Better Lift

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
"Put a blanket."

your feed looks like my tumblr