We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
as in
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
magnetisation/form
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
is everyoneback on tumblr now