feel you
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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
so at the end
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I am below everything.
yeah
thank you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
have you read
like first name
no like which do people call me
is this you as well
is everyoneback on tumblr now
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me