sorry i am texting like a slav
Today I felt like starting
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
kind of mythopoesis
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"Put a blanket."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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