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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

or never left

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.

have you read

god being the centre magnet

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

so at the end

its good

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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


magnetisation/form

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i understand

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

it is hopeful

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

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