We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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.

Thank you, Jack

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.

Better Lift

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

hello reader,

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

the site i am dreaming

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i have read not even 1 book

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

was it worth it

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

all that is to say

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

or never left