a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

magnetisation/form

so at the end

Thank you, Jack

so the method has to be autonomous

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

division of reality is straying away from it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It's

dusk

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

all that is to say

as in

Today I felt like starting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

no longer writing in the third person

you cannot feed someone truth

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

It Will Get Lighter

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.