After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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


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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

this will be about a slug

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

lol

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


not so on: yvf(wthw)

but really the thing should be autonomous

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

isaac

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

what do you mean

IWGD

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class