i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
"Put a blanket."
Better Lift
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
kind of mythopoesis
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
we need to be deconstructing our identities
no like which do people call me
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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
it is hopeful
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
i see a website
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine