Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
sorry i am texting like a slav
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it is hopeful
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
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
really i want the internet
hiding from the rain
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i really havent
isaac
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me