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.
Better Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
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.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Today I felt like starting
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!