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 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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
wait what is that
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.kind of mythopoesis
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
magnetises a pin
in a post. I want to be remembered
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
send your tumblr
bro i read nothing in my life
that looks like my instagram account
and the fake qualifier
i really havent
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but i respect your search
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
really i want the internet
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then