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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
hello reader,
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
...
i see a website
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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
not so on: yvf(wthw)
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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