I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Style

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

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

It's

dusk

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

i really havent

...

wait what is that

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

which magnetises chains of pins

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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

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