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
is everyoneback on tumblr now
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
is this you as well
lol yea
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
its good
i understand
we want to live the knowledge too live the content