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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
idk
ion
yeah
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
we can only engage in such a way
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
magnetises a pin
plato
its good
magnetisation/form
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
its performative
isaac
Can I see
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos