what do you mean
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Better Lift
i see a website
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
hiding from the rain
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch