bro i read nothing in my life

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Put a blanket."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

but i respect your search

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

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

Picture

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