Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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"Put a blanket."

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 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.

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

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

send your tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

is this you as well

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

god being the centre magnet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

like magnets

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15