Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

in a post. I want to be remembered

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yes

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

division of reality is straying away from it

you have a beautiful account btw

Lift Analysis

hiding from the rain

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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

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

the site i am dreaming

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

have you read

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

which magnetises chains of pins