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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

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

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

i see a website

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Style

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i really havent

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

hiding from the rain

but i respect your search

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.