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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Worse Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Style

not their contents

but i respect your search

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

currently

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models


Thank you, Jack

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41