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.

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

13, H, grate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

I am below everything.

        13       |
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            H   |
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but really the thing should be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

yes

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books