"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
which magnetises chains of pins
"Put a blanket."
you have a beautiful account btw
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
you cannot feed someone truth
sorry i am texting like a slav
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
...
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
its good short few pages
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thank you, Jack
its good
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
plato
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt