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

Today I felt like starting

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

Lift Analysis

in a post. I want to be remembered

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

hiding from the rain

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

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.