the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
wait what is that
no longer writing in the third person
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
its performative
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
all that is to say
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
autonomy of learning
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
which magnetises chains of pins
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.no i haven't really read anything
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
propensity within someone
but i respect your search
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
division of reality is straying away from it
was it worth it
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."