Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

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

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

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

Today I felt like starting

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

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Picture

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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


i see a website

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Style

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.