The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Can I see

in a post. I want to be remembered

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

magnetises a pin

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

not their contents