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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

kind of mythopoesis

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you have a beautiful account btw

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting