They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but i respect your search
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Thank you, Jack
yes
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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