i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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

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.

was it worth it

Worse Lift

yes

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

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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but really the thing should be autonomous

i love it here

"Put a blanket."

like magnets

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

which magnetises chains of pins

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i understand