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

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.

I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Style

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

it is hopeful

Can I see

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Better Lift