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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

magnetisation/form

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

its good

that looks like my instagram account

isaac newton

i really havent

December 2025

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i have read not even 1 book

Picture

Rain, starting

yes

your feed looks like my tumblr

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

lol

so an active mazelike process

idk

magnetises a pin

wait what is that

the site i am dreaming

fw

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

no i haven't really read anything

It Will Get Lighter

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.