i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Rain, starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

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

hiding from the rain

Better Lift

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