isaac

December 2025

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

was it worth it

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

the site i am dreaming

not so on: yvf(wthw)

this will be about a slug
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

It Will Get Lighter

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.


Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

what do you mean

but really the thing should be autonomous

god being the centre magnet


plato

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

wait what is that