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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

December 2025

this will be about a slug

i love it here

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching? 

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i really havent

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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.

Better Lift

all that is to say

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we need to be deconstructing our identities