Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

you cannot feed someone truth

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Better Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so the method has to be autonomous

Better Lift

i have read not even 1 book

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation