i see a website

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

IWGD

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

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.

Rain, starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

like magnets

feel you

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

so at the end

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

send your tumblr

plato

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

"Put a blanket."

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

which magnetises chains of pins

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i love it here

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

isaac

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.