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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i see a website
kind of mythopoesis
we can only engage in such a way
"Put a blanket."
god being the centre magnet
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything