wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
not their contents
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
kind of mythopoesis
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
no longer writing in the third person
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet
all that is to say
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak