It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Rain, starting

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

Lift Analysis

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

no longer writing in the third person

Style

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

Better Lift

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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

abrar?

your feed looks like my tumblr

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name