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

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

Worse Lift

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

Better Lift

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

really i want the internet


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.

autonomy of learning

isaac newton

2 (actually index). two is company

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression