December 2025

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

Thank you, Jack

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities