It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i see a website

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

have you read

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.

much more tactility

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

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

its good

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its good

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life