Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

Better Lift

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

so at the end

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

but i respect your search

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

autonomy of learning

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you, Jack

magnetisation/form

Better Lift

hiding from the rain

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

what do you think my name is