not their contents
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
...
idk
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
which magnetises chains of pins
i dont understand magnetisation
is this you as well
what do you mean
division of reality is straying away from it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
and the fake qualifier
its performative
or never left
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
wait what is that
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.