One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

really i want the internet

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

"Put a blanket."

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Thank you, Jack

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

but i respect your search

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i really havent

was it worth it

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

hello reader,

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

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