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
you have a beautiful account btw
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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
was it worth it
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
but i respect your search
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
kind of mythopoesis
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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