that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Can I see
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
yes
but i respect your search
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
it is hopeful