all that is to say

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

plato

lol

send your tumblr

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

IWGD

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

you have a beautiful account btw

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Picture

your feed looks like my tumblr

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression