It Will Get Lighter

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we need to be deconstructing our identities

bro i read nothing in my life

all that is to say

bro i read nothing in my life

we can only engage in such a way

Lift Analysis

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Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Pimlico Rats

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