December 2025
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.god being the centre magnet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
lol
i dont understand magnetisation
ion
all that is to say
I am below everything.
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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
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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
Today I felt like starting
its good short few pages
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
what do you mean
magnetisation/form
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
really i want the internet