"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
Today I felt like starting
hiding from the rain
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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 exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
you have a beautiful account btw
but really the thing should be autonomous
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
no longer writing in the third person
kind of mythopoesis
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."