in a post. I want to be remembered
you have a beautiful account btw
i see a website
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
as in
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
...
its performative
which magnetises chains of pins
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03