One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Lift Analysis

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

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.

Rain, starting

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

all that is to say

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

god being the centre magnet

idk

i love it here

its good

or never left

you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

Better Lift

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

sorry i am texting like a slav

and the fake qualifier

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.