I am below everything.

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.

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

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

you have a beautiful account btw

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you mean

thank you

whats your name?

plato

Today I felt like starting

isaac

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

god being the centre magnet

have you read

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Rain, starting

i understand

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like magnets