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.

so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

Today I felt like starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

all that is to say

i see a website

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i really havent

it is hopeful

like first name

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

bro i read nothing in my life

Worse Lift

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

no longer writing in the third person

i really havent

Thank you, Jack

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

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

and the fake qualifier