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 

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Worse Lift

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

kind of mythopoesis

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

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

2 (actually index). two is company

Lift Analysis

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

hello reader,

hiding from the rain

I Write Goodbye Letter

isaac

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

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.

...

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

barren land

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